Drive Like Jehu - Yank Crime

April 26th, 1994.

Interscope

The music world puts thirty candles on the teeth crushing slab that is Yank Crime. Drive Like Jehu's defining moment is powered by a thousand unhinged suns - relentless heat and a weight unlike any other bare down. Escaping the omnipresent energy that Yank Crime emanates is an impossible task. Anything standing in its way will soon learn. 

Yank Crime would be Drive Like Jehu's last outing, although the energy behind the album would provide enough force to last a lifetime. To this day, there aren't many albums, if any, that can share the same visceral space as Yank Crime. If we're talking sheer ferocity, this may just be sheer ferocities summit - the peak of sonic power. Bolstering a prowess akin to an impenetrable slab of monolithic concrete, Drive Like Jehu obliterate that which stands in their way. That which came before stood aside; that which came after understood the minimal chance of living up to the assignment. 

About as angular a track as the post-hardcore train travels down. Said train being the unstoppable force which meets the immovable object. As invigorating as rock music gets; enough mettle to fuel life itself exists within Yank Crime. The Big Bang travelled on the vibrations that Yank Crime imbued as nothing turned itself inside out. 

'Dissonance' should be defined in the English dictionary as 'the sounds which pre-dominantly play throughout Drive Like Jehu's 1994 magnum opus 'Yank Crime'' with a picture of Yank Crime's album art beside said definition. The way said sounds instil a sense of unease and tension behind the tight fabric that the band weave is something which can only be referred to as magic in its rawest form. 

Yank Crime sees Drive Like Jehu perform as maybe the most powerful a band has ever been. The recipe altered for as much might as musically manageable. 

RIP Rick Froberg.